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Killian strolled up. “Johnny and Ron will escort you to the airport,” He told Donnelly.
“My crew will be waiting when you land,” Brock added.
It was finally sinking in. Ashley screamed bloody murder as she was dragged from the house.
“Feeling a little sorry for Donnelly,” Killian said.
“No one would judge you if you put her in a chokehold,” Brock called to Donnelly then looked at Killian. “Think Cedar has dinner on?”
“You’re getting awfully comfortable.”
“Yeah, I’m thinking I might move the club.”
Killian’s head jerked to him. “I need to fucking retire.”
Chapter Thirty-Five
Cedar
It had beena week since Ashley Callahan had been hauled away. I wished I’d gotten a picture of that. Not that I would have hung it up, more like burned it in a ritual in the backyard. It was over. The past was finally in the past. Well, it was for me. My gaze drifted to Brock. It wasn’t over for him. He was different now that he’d gotten the satisfaction of seeing his mother locked up, but his life was forever changed, and, unlike me, not for the better. The charges against him had been significantly dropped when his, believed to be dead, mother reappeared. He was wanted for manslaughter, with special circumstances. He’d be out in two years, but he wasn’t interested in turning himself in. He was safe from the authorities in Little Hill, but he wasn’t going to be outstaying his welcome. In a week, he’d be gone.
Back to New York and his crew. I really hoped he was able to find a way to live that life and not have to give up so much of who he was because, despite everything, my Brock was still in there. I wished every day for him to find his cottage on the beach, and someone to share that cottage with. I wished for him to find what I had with Killian.
My focus shifted, and my heart swelled. I studied the tattoo on his upper arm, the one that was tribal in nature, which was fitting because this town was his tribe, and he safeguarded it. Whether he continued on as sheriff didn’t matter. He was there for his neighbors, not because he was paid to be there, but because it was who he was.
My past and my present together drew a smile. I could almost imagine us like this, moving on together, and a part of me wanted that. Maybe one day, but today, I was going to enjoy watching as the two most important men in my life dug my vegetable garden.
“You need a beer?” I called.
Brock glanced back. “Are you comfortable?”
I was. Lounging in the chaise lounge, ordered to do so by my future husband. “I am, but I can trouble myself with getting you a beer.”
“You stay,” Killian said, dropping his shovel and strolling toward me. Yeah, it was definite; I loved how he looked coming over going. He wasn’t wearing a shirt, all that beautifully muscled man, soaked in sweat, moving to me with a gleam in his eyes that had Brock not been there, would have led to us getting naked.
He stopped, bent over me and kissed me. I ran my hand down his chest, was tempted to keep heading south, but stopped myself. His eyes found mine. “One week.” Said like a promise.
“Seven days,” I said.
He kissed me again. “Want something?”
“Just you.”
He growled low in his throat. “Seven days,” he muttered, then turned to Brock. “Beer?”
“Yeah.”
Brock dropped his shovel, dragged over another chair, before settling on the edge of it, joining me. He looked at me, but before he could say anything, I asked, “Be my maid of honor?”
He rolled his eyes, but he grinned. “No,” he said jokingly, but turned serious when he said, “But I’d like to walk you down the aisle.”
I blamed the pregnancy hormones for why I cried so much these days. But tears filled my eyes. “I would love that.”
There was something on his mind, but he didn’t share. Killian appeared, and Brock settled back in his chair. Killian tossed the beer at Brock, dragged over another chair, put it right next to mine, sat back and took a long pull. Lucifer sauntered over, jumped up on Killian’s lap, curling in a circle, making sure to give me a look before he settled. It wasn’t by accident that I got a view of his ass. Hateful kitty. I had Cooper and Max, both sprawled out, one on the lounge with me, one under it. We all looked out at the garden. I didn’t know what they were thinking, but I was thanking the stars that I’d come here, that I’d taken that step, because I had Brock back and I had Killian. I glanced over at him; he was already looking at me. I had a family again. I touched my stomach, one that was only going to get bigger. He leaned in, kissed me, and then rested his hand over mine. Life was good; no, life was pretty damn perfect.
“I think thisis crazy,” I said. The house had been cleared, new lighting installed, shelves and racks installed, and mannequins dressed in my unique and eye-catching designs. There was a section with a little table and chairs, coloring books and crayons, a rocking horse, the store geared for children. It was Edie who had given me the idea when we were in New York. The sketches I’d done, I turned a few into outfits for her and when Thea called to gush over the clothes and how much Edie loved them, I knew that was where I wanted to focus my designs. I hadn’t wanted to design for unimaginative sheep, but I hadn’t thought of children. They were the perfect audience for my style. The ad exec in me knew that, but the woman who would be creating the clothes was wondering if I was biting off more than I could chew, particularly with a baby on the way.
“I think it’s prefect, and you can always hire help if you need it,” Natalie suggested. I couldn’t do this without her. A point I made often.
